“A guilty rebel lone and sad,
I trod destruction’s road:
Earth’s follies failed to make me glad;
I groaned beneath sin’s load.
Salvation I’d neglected,
And mercy’s call rejected,
But now I stood detected,
Before a Holy God.
I longed for comfort, prayed for peace,
But longed and prayed in vain;
My struggles brought me no release,
No rest could I obtain.
My sin was all detected,
Salvation still neglected,
And mercy’s call rejected;
How deep the crimson stain.
At last I turned to Calvary’s tree,
And saw the Crucified;
Was it for guilty ones like me
That blessed Saviour died?
My sin seemed more detected,
Christ’s love I had suspected,
His finished work rejected,
His precious name denied.
My title’s undeniable,
‘Tis Jesus and His blood:
His word must be reliable,
For He’s the Son of God.
And though my sin’s detected,
My Substitute’s accepted,
And now my soul’s protected
From judgment’s righteous rod.
And now upon the throne on high
He sits, my risen Lord;
God’s satisfied, and so am I,
Who rest upon His word.
Redemption’s toil’s completed,
The powers of hell defeated,
My life’s in glory seated,
Jesus, the Christ, our Lord.”